Continue to fuck the matriarch

Feng Luan shudders violently at the contact, caught between the brutal, driving pleasure of your cock filling her from behind and the shocking, incestuous intimacy of her own pregnant daughter kissing her breathless from the front.

​"Look at us," Feng Bing murmurs against her mother's lips when they finally break apart for air, her voice a low, wicked purr filled with decadent self-awareness. "We are nothing more than a pair of thoroughly depraved women, aren't we? Just two hypocrites pretending to be cultured while we beg to be ruined by the same man."

​"Bing... stop... you're mad..." Feng Luan pants, her voice breaking into a high-pitched moan as you hit a particularly deep angle, your tip pressing directly against her most sensitive spot.

​"Seed her," Feng Bing whispers fiercely, turning her gaze upward to lock eyes with you over her mother's shoulder, her hand reaching out to stroke the sweat-drenched skin of your hip. "Fill her womb completely, just like you filled mine. Make her carry your bastard right alongside me."

​The command is all the encouragement you need. You grip Feng Luan's waist tighter, your muscles coiling as you accelerate the pace, driving into her with a savage, rhythmic intensity that turns her incoherent gasps into a continuous stream of ecstatic cries. The air in the room grows thick with the heat of your dual cultivation, your inner qi merging and surging through both women like liquid fire.

​With a final, earth-shattering surge, you push yourself as deep as humanly possible, locking your hips against hers as you release your seed in thick, pulsing waves deep inside her womb. Feng Luan throws her head back, her back arching like a taut bow as she shudders through a massive, overwhelming climax, her internal walls clamping down greedily around your length to milk every last drop